In my family, having cravings isn’t confined to pregnancy. I come from a long line of women who suffer from cravings all the time.
Some would say that we’re spoiled that way.
It’s not unusual to say that we drove 45 minutes to get to that restaurant in Southwest Houston that serves the tres leches cake Arianna wanted. Or for us to say that we drove to San Antonio to have lunch (and drove back before dinner).
Mindnight jaunts to Kroger’s in search of Haagen Dazs ice cream bars and after-dinner stops to Starbucks for a latte and going four times in one week to Chuy’s to have the same order of nachos is normal for us. (Though it’s taken my brothers-in-law a while to adapt.)
We are, at heart, princesses. And that manifests itself in many many ways, but food is one of the main ones. I should point out that the biggest princess is Arianna (who always has final word on where we go to dinner, lunch or whatever when we’re together), who is 5′ 3″ and a size 3 or a 5, depending on whether she wants it to fit loose or not. Linda is 5′ 5″ and a size 8 or 10, depending on how tight they cut the hips. I, however, am a queen size in every way, coming in at 5′ 6″ and a size… well, that would be telling.
Welcome to my family.
Last week I lent my baby brother (20 years old) my car with the undertstanding that he was go to buy me my Diet Coke, since I was out. I was still at home sick and couldn’t drive myself. Four hours later, at 10 p.m., he hadn’t returned and I didn’t have my Diet Coke.
I called him, asked where my car was and he promised to come home right now. He did, bringing his friend with him. When he walked in my first question: “Where’s my Diet Coke?”
As I said, welcome to my life… I write as I indulge in my new favorite thing, Diet Vanilla Cherry Dr. Pepper (which they don’t sell at my regular grocery store, I have to buy from another place which is 15 minutes out of the way). But it does taste good.